“Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.”

“That night we made love "the real way" which we had not yet attemptedalthough married six months.Big mystery. No one knew where to put their leg and to this day I'm not surewe got it right.He seemed happy. You're like Venice he said beautifully.Early next dayI wrote a short talk ("On Defloration") which he stole and had publishedin a small quarterly magazine.Overall this was a characteristic interaction between us.Or should I say ideal.Neither of us had ever seen Venice.”

“A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.”

“Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me.Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.”

“They were two superior eelsat the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.”

“When they made loveGeryon liked to touch in slow succession each of the bones of Herakles' backas it arched away from him into who knows what dark dream of its own, running both hands all the way downfrom the base of the neckto the end of the spine which he can cause to shiver like a root in the rain.”

“Then a miracle occurred in the form of a plate of sandwiches.Geryon took three and buried his mouth in a delicious block of white bread filled with tomatoes and butter and salt.He thought about how delicious it was, how he liked slippery foods, how slipperiness can be of different kinds.I am a philosopher of sandwiches, he decided. Things good on the inside.”